I HAVE TO

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I feel pressured to conform,
To please others and to fit in with the norm
I am constantly striving to impress, but I feel inadequate, I must confess.

Born without innate talent or grace
feeling ugly and out of place.
I am compelled to do things against my will
just to satisfy my ego's thrill.

Loneliness grows at my core
There is no one close, no one to adore
Regardless of my efforts, I remain unseen,
lost in a world where I've never been.

Do you know the sting of being ignored?
Perhaps not, or maybe you've scored
But I must appear okay to earn their affection day by day.

Like a chameleon, I change my hue
Hiding behind a shadow that is so untrue Darkness and light, intertwined
create a picture that is complex and refined.

I may not fit your predefined mold
But my opinion, truth be told
Is that I value authenticity in every hue,
Yet do I even know myself like you do?

At times, I despise this charade,
Hating myself for the masquerade
They think I'm void of emotion,
Unaware of my inner commotion.

Yet, I must continue to pretend
Hoping the pain will someday end
For as long as I'm here
I must convey my truth
and fulfill this injustice.

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